Hear my words,
This statement made:
All is dust,
Even stars and rain.

"Rise and shine,
Rise, and shine."

Ashes are adrift
on a glazen beach,
Time is passing
while you're asleep.

"Not that I wish to imply that
you have been sleeping"

Glass was born
of fire and sand;
Forget not
what you owe the land.

"And all the effort in the world
would have gone to waste until,"

Perfection,
This statement made:
I am here
to create and crave.

"The right man in the wrong place
can make all the difference in the world."

All is dust,
I find comfort in that;
Naught but ash,
No constrained path.

"So wake up 'Mister Freeman',
Wake up and smell the ashes."

Life is memory,
And that I crave;
Better not to ponder,
This statement made.

With a warm hug,
and a soothing embrace,
it says

"It is okay to cry here,
because no one can hear you."

it says

"It is okay to hide here,
because no one can find you."

As you sink to your knees,
and wrap your arms around your body,
it says

"It is okay,
because your mother loves you.
She was just upset, because
she doesn't want to watch her baby grow up."

it says

"It is okay if you don't wash yourself
because no matter what happens,
you'll walk out of here clean.
Don't be afraid to stand up,
because the world
is not as scary
as it may seem."

if you decide to leave,
just know that I will
never again take a cool,
sharp breath or feel
a petal between the
tips of my fingers,
i will be too soaked
by the backfire of my
own words and the
direct cut from yours
to sigh and release
these demons you
helped wrangle last
summer. it was a low
point, sure, but I still
loved every minute
of our struggle and
if I was given the choice,
i’d still pick the July
with you on the too
hot lake and hot nights.
it's a motion picture
in the back of my head,
so if you ever see my
eyes roll back, don't be
caught off guard. It's
just a side effect of

You And Your Touch.

One particle has betrayed your wit
you are speeding into a single cell

Right below your memory is hollow
your past implodes despite your will

timeless motion in the direction of
optimism grabs me by surprise as I

   dream of long gone futures
        raging forward into the past
             always venturing into the rather
                  wild parts of my subconcious

after eternity we will be

                                         leaving for the stars in
                                   interesting fashion with really
                               no time to waste on our seemingly
                                               endless journey

I saw a Bengal tiger
in Eureka, California
Sadly, they had not “found it.”
In a place kept afloat by something ephemeral as ***** smoke
A cage, not more than twenty feet long
by twelve feet wide
Held power in check
But a few steps away
He or she
they did not say
played with a round pillow in front of us
crushed it with a mighty paw
like one of our skulls might be
If we came upon her
a frightened ape
in the steaming green jungles
of the part of the world
Where Kolkata rests
on Kali’s Ghat
The city of creative Destruction
Where millions eat
sleep and **** in polluted air
and brush their teeth with their fingers
at the gushing water
of a communal fountain
Where milky sweet chai
in a small clay cup
costs two cents
provided with a smile
and allows the man to turn a profit
In a way, I understand why we did it.
It is great to see such a grand thing so close
Orange fur and black stripes
beauty clothing strength
And the fear of it.
Without metal bars
vertical iron rods of power
I would be nothing but a warm
squishy snack
My head as useless as a coconut
Skull only a shell for the meat inside
My legs, fast as they are,
Would amount to only drumsticks
Yet is it not best
to leave such powerful beauty be?
It is a great arrogance that chains
such a powerful thing
For the benefit of ****** poets,
old couples, and howling children
Selling the soul of a wild beast
Second by second
glimpse by glimpse
for the price
of a fairground ticket.

Stately stone mountain's pride,
steep granite peak, seat of vultures,
single lush tree uniquely shaped by winds,
stand atop like a mysterious symbol,
big, round, purple sun, in poetic candor,
like enlightenment, rises behind it;
a sight words can't contain.

Far far down,
in the middle of the grappling green,
the blue jewel, a lake in meditation,
hidden in the thickets, hanging down
in to the water plane, cunning eyes
in hundreds, of black-spotted wild alligators.

A doe and her fawn,
stand at the edge of the lake, driven by thirst,
her both ears perked up listening,
before stepping in to the water to see,
if everything is in order.

Nature, mother kindness
stand guard to all her children,
non interfering,
what now will happen
depends upon  laws
governed by karma,
decided by the action that triggered
the sequence, long back
and not easy to discern.